clarities and epiphanies
ring out from beneath
the missing keys
i try to leave
but only tease
the concrete

balcony under a cotton tree
swimming pools and a trampoline
dog shit, and a broken swing
behing me

winter and our frozen gates,
holidays, my average grades,
all the things my father hates,
my childhood

there is a creek that runs through my backyard
it rises when its raining hard
and i saw myself on a tarot card
but what do i mean?
nothing.

crystal balls and a psychic hand
stroke the dick of the working man
who can't see past a clothing brand
or his finances

paranoid with no alarms,
republicans with their firearms
all slaughtered lambs on friendly farms
my home town

where the psychologists diagnose 'depressed'
to rebellious existentialists
who experience and second guess the "real world"

there is a ladder built to reach the moon
and it shadows on your necktie noose
which is hanging you from your corporate cube
to your wallet

they've put your worth next to a dollar sign, now you are how much you make, just a goldfish in a bowl, yeah just a bird trapped in a cage. well if everyone tends to march to the beat of the loudest drum, when your leaders are the problem, you're the sum.

its meaningless to try to find
any meaning in this life
you just define whats underlined.


eyes and ears, they come in threes
the satellites of reality
pay attention maybe one day you'll be
free of both of these

there is no limit to the subconscious mind,
no comfort zones, no boundary lines
what you hear or see does not define your sanity.

and the sun tends to illuminate
everything except your fate
and what you'll find beyond your golden gate
will resuscitate you

and instruments need not be tuned
if they're only used to sing the blues
as if the only ears to witness truth were in this room

people find themselves at ease
when its just themselves they have to feed,
but the ones who choose to start families
are the ones who shouldn't breed.

yeah, the incompetent, they procreate,
all accidents while the earth rotates,
but death is not the worst thing that will happen.

subconscious seeds of the universe
expanded minds will find rebirth
but all life rises from the dirt and is recycled

threads of our existence fractal more with each decision, composition that just isn't less than perfect for transition, so as long as i'm imprisoned, i'll keep giving you renditions, but whats the difference when no one ever listens?

it's worthless to confide
in the seams that have become untied
when your frame of mind is a dotted line


evil souls, they seem to be
hungry for your apathy
or whatever falls from your apple tree
will be eaten

until you cut it down to find the truth
but now the hatchet has been used,
it is either it or you, one of the two,
will be buried

and your money tree that always grew,
well now its dead and won't produce,
the corporate clown is unamused,
but is still smiling.

the rabbit's foot, a lucky charm
handed down to our brothers in arms
but the human hand will cause most harm
when given power

symbolism holds its place
like a bookmark between religious pages
but no one wants to question their faith or be saved

money spends the world around
but there are people underground
with knowledge far beyond what we have found
here on the surface

so we build our gods and start our wars
for every one we kill, we'll make ten more
we'll sell it cheaper than ever before
my soul is yours

the shepherds pick and prod and burn your wool til you're unclothed, millions just like you line the aisles of the market where you're told "no one gives a shit if you're indecently exposed. you're just a product, and you're already sold."

pointless days no longer fun
but the end of this will come
now that you've found the sum